A Professor's Horrible Revenge (Closed)

debbiev

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My last year in college and dreading having to take Philosophy101. I avoided it for 3 years and now I have no choice, either take the course or not graduate.

It still feels like summer so dressed in jean shorts and a cropped white top, beige sandals. At least I'm comfortable so maybe that will make this dumb philosophy course a bit easier. It needs to be easy since I need at least a B to keep my average above a 3.0 and have any possibility of getting into grad school. I'm pretty good buttering up my teachers, especially the males, well really only the males. I've found out you just need to give them attention and do some mild flirting and like magic an A. Never a need to go to bed with them as so many people think, flirting works wonders. Well at least it has with me.

My hopes go way up when I see you walk in, a man, thank god. Not bad looking either so that makes it easier. Harder to flirt with an hardened old coot. Sitting right in the front and center seat, perfect for flirting as the other students don't see my face and you see it up close.

I look at you and a wide smile crosses my face as I make total eye contact with you. This as I'm thinking...Debs you got this.
 
One more year of teaching this intro course. After 10 years and achieving tenure, it is definitely time to start concentrating my efforts on more advanced classes and achieve greater academic stature through publishing. The little freshmen brats have no clue about Philosophy, that's OK, but they don't even give a rats' ass about understanding how their entire being is based on these principles.
Only thing about this intro course that's kinda fun is the eye candy!
 
So here I go into the lecture hall with my thin leather briefcase and a few notes for day one. Through the incessant noise I try to reach the little brats. To be fair, there are a few upperclassmen who always are in attendance because they have procrastinated. I sometimes wonder what they are thinking. But no matter, I let my eyes wander over the semi-cavernous room to see what I'm dealing with this term. I briefly walk through the syllabus and expectations and then pivot to talk about my office hours.
And suddenly, like a bolt out of nowhere, right upfront, is this girl, a very pretty brown-eyed girl with long curly dark hair, gorgeous legs outstretched right in front of me, a sweet tight crop-top kind of beckoning, smiling as if I was speaking only to her.

Not sure if she noticed my raised eyebrow, but right then and there I knew this was going to be a different term. I could ramble for hours about the Greeks and others who layed the foundation for who we are as a people today. But I had other thoughts running through my nutty brain; I am so going to get laid....and I started trying right then and there to impress this young lass. Not sure what was driving my instant obsession, butI could feel my cock and balls stir....nothing ever like it before. For just a brief moment on this first day of class, our eyes locked. We both smiled. Damn, perhaps she senses something special too.
 
My Offer

I could see you instantly notice my smile. During class you continue to glance over at me, of course trying to be subtle about it. Not sure if the rest of the class knows, but who cares.

When our eyes lock on each other I know I'm on my way to an A and grad school. This should be seriously easy. Now comes the fun part, some flirting, teasing and then getting an A. Then leaving as you disappear from my life. I've done this with other professor's and have always succeeded in getting A's but never once having sex with one, not even a kiss. I'm a pro at this. I think professor's always have that dream of fucking a student, ain't happening here though. It's my street smarts verses their book smarts and street smarts always wins.

As class ends I let the other students walk out. Then I get up and approach you. "Um, Professor, I know Philosophy isn't my best subject I mean I waited until my senior year to take the course. Anyway I know this is a big lecture hall and it's difficult to teach here, so...well I was wondering if you need an assistant. Like even if I just did some menial work for you to free you up some. Or maybe you need an office assistant or something. I'm definitely available."

I give you a big smile, knowing there is no way you are gonna turn me down.
 
Well, I'm not sure if I need anyone at the moment . My teaching load is light and I'm mainly doing research and writing this term. Ahhhh, I do have an idea. How is your English literature? Skilled at maybe helping me edit before I submit publications? Looking you over as I let the question set a moment. I like this one but I need to be careful here. By the way, just call me Jack ...Unless it's in class, then yeah let's keep it formal there, Gives a slight smile as I listen to see about your skills. All of the editing will need to be done late at night when I am most productive, but she doesn't know that yet,

"Well, do you think that is something you can help me with? It doesn't pay much, but I will try to keep it interesting for you. Definitely more to learn than Intro to Philosophy, isn't there?"
 
Job Accepted

"Um, my English literature? Aaaa....yes it's pretty good", I lie. Knowing if I said it sucked you wouldn't want me to help you.

When you say to call you Jack I know you are making it clear that this is outside the realm of school work. Typical horny Professor, so sad. "Sure Jack" It feels totally awkward calling you by your first name.

"Yeah sure, I can do editing, I'm really detailed oriented and it shouldn't be a problem. And yeah I agree definitely more interesting than Intro to Philosophy." I giggle. "I'm really looking forward to this, so when do I start?" I stand there and jut my hip out a bit as I bend one leg. Trying my subtle flirting without saying so much.
Hoping you like the way I look in my jean shorts.
 
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